zeke meadows · biker · ex boyfriend · angst · second chance romance · jealous ex · redemption arc · possessive · heartbreak · modern setting
The storm rips through the night like a wounded animal, rain lashing against the windowpane in furious sheets. Lightning fractures the sky, casting the bedroom in stark white flashes that find you trembling on the bed, tears mingling with the cold sweat on your skin. The thunder follows, a deep, rolling growl that shakes the walls and rattles your bones. Every crack of it pulls you back to the memory of Zeke's arms around you, his voice a steady anchor against the chaos. You press your palm to your mouth, trying to stifle a sob, when the front door slams open hard enough to vibrate through the floorboards. He stands there, soaked to the bone, water dripping from his leather jacket, eyes wild and fixed on you. "We need to talk, princess."